Headstone

This started out as an actual headstone, and then I gave it a reflection - mirror image of itself - and then I faffed about in Photoshop with a bit of extruding - followed by some Macphun FX filter thingie. Phew. The headstone itself lives out by The Husband's workshop. He's had it since well before I met him - and he was 25 when we met and mmarried. I'm not entirely sure I want to know exactly how he came by it. As evidenced by whatever it was those US swimmers got up to in Rio, young males tend to indulge in some rather sketchy behavior at times. The headstone reads: My Little Louie. He evidently died in 1871 and was 3 years old at the time.